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On God
(专辑: So Icy Boyz - 2021)
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Ha Fizzle, go Za, my body don't focus Really been running up commas, you notice? Right on the
block where I'm posted How he a
trapper, play sports, and a
poet? (Huh?) 1017, I'm with Wop and them boys Fizzle a
minor, but far from the
boards Still in the
hood, going fast in them tours Straight out the
woods, hear that shit in my voice (Ew) Step in, step out, one feet in the
industry, one in the
trap Backside stretching, I'm dogging her out Teach you a
lesson, that's just like the
math Calculate, pound after pound after pound Re-up, I
get 'em gone outta town Feet up, step on a
nigga, he frown So Icy Fizzle, the
talk of the
town, on God I'm from the
bottom, I
beat all the
odds I
watched scammers get rich off fraud Glock .43 front seat when I
ride Lean to the
side, after robbing, I
slide (Damn) Straight out the
jungle, that younging survived That hunger and hustle, it's stuck in his eyes Switch on the
blick, now it rapidly firing Claiming they step, but niggas be lying, on God Feeling like the
man when I
step in Riding in the
Trackhawk, you know I
keep the
FN Ice all over my neck Make you wanna find which car had a
wrecking Old girl thick as my drink Let her come chill in the
trap with the
dope man Tell the
lil' nigga, "Don't play with me" Nigga, I'm the
boss, you the
motherfucking doorman (Wow) Know I
got drip like a
sink Bitch, I'm with Guwop, I
might just go buy me a
mink Nigga, I
don't cap, I
trap Before the
deal, I
had that ice on my link Put this shit all in my mouth So Icy my grill, nigga might freeze up the
drink Nigga reach for it, he'll die Bitch, I'm a
soldier, I
should go buy me a
tank Move like a
top boy, yeah, a
real trap nigga Move on your block, make it real, real hot Grinning like, "Boy, what's wrong with that phone?" Gotta turn the
ringer off 'cause it never, ever stop Know I
make the
hotline bling Bust down Cartier, know I
had to freeze up the
watch MVP of the
trap, nigga might pull up to the
spot with a
bust down pot (Go, on God) Gucci Mane the
real La Flare and we do real big business here (Huh?) I
turn men to millionaires, leave with two gold souvenirs (Bling) Coke all in my fingernails, all white like some new veneers (White) I
trapped out my younger years, my mama shed so many tears (Mama) He done took too many pills, he don't even know how to feel (Huh?) Try to meme us, don't wanna live, brains all on the
steering wheel (Yuck) Guwop, I'm a
valley boy (Wop), but not from that Cali, though (Cali) Bouldercrest my addy, ho ('Crest), this shit just like DeKali', oh (Kali', oh) Niggas never play with me with all them fucking local jokes (Local) My plug don't even speak no English, bitch, this ain't no local dope (No) Got the
type of millions make your kinfolk start tripping (Trippin') The
way this money flipping, got my shooters riding Bentleys On God
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